She disconnects, leaving me wrestling with my conscience.
He never said I shouldn’t call him when he was away, but I don’t want to be that girl. That clingy, insecure, needy girl.
I don’t have much, but I do have my pride.
Except apparently I don’t, because it only takes ten seconds of internal debate after hanging up with Sloane before I’m calling him.
It rings. Rings again. On the third ring, I sit bolt upright in bed, my heart hammering.
Because I’m hearing the ringing over the line, and also an echo of it coming from somewhere inside my house.
I’m not even on my feet before he crashes through my bedroom door and grabs me.
We fall onto the bed, kissing madly.
He’s as frantic as I am, devouring my mouth and squeezing me everywhere, his hands rough and greedy. I pull his hair and
